Chester made a sudden movement and the cup of water went clattering to
the ground. At the same moment Chester brought the butt of his revolver
down on the head of the German soldier with a crunch. The man fell to
the ground.
Hastily now Chester seized the man by the feet and dragged him inside.
Then the lad quickly stripped him of his clothes and donned them himself.
They were large, but Chester made them fit by turning up the trousers and
drawing his belt tight. Then he picked up the German's gun and stepped
from the tent.
The lad had intended to move away from the tent immediately, but even as
he would have walked off a second of the guards approached and engaged
him in conversation. Chester muffled his voice as well as possible and
imitated the hoarse tones of the man he had disposed of.
"Nice night," said the German.
"Nice night," Chester agreed.
"What is to be done with the prisoner inside?"
"Hang him in the morning," said Chester.
"Good! It's the way all spies should be treated."
"Of course; unless they chance to be German spies."
"That's different," muttered the guard.
"Of course it is," Chester agreed and added: "You'd better get back to
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